When your wife is fucking other men, just like a porn star
A hotwifes gangbang interracial fantasy
Scott was looking forward to a weekend of fishing with his buddies as he hurried into the Master Bedroom, already unbuttoning his shirt. He barely took the time to look at their king sized bed as he hustled to the closet; his eyes were already searching for his waders and fishing vest. He planned to be on the road in no more than a half-hour after he got home. He would write his wife a cute little note and leave it beside her sink, clean, and get away! No fighting about her wanting him to spend more time with her.
As he hurried back out of the closet, he noticed that their bed was disheveled. That, by itself, was very unusual. His wife always made the bed. In fact, she was obsessive compulsive about how neat her bedroom was. As Scott took another step, he saw her foot. Another step, and he could see her other foot. Not wanting to have a fight about his weekend plans, he took another step, as quiet as he could be.
He saw her knees.
Her knees were not together.
She always kept her knees together.
In fact, not only were her knees not together, her thighs were spread, and the position of her knees indicated that she was being immodest. His wife was never immodest.
The bedspread below her was soaked. Dark wet stains showed on the velvety mauve material. He could see that the dark stains ran all the way to the foot of the bed.
His wife had not moved.
He eased forward one more step, then peeked around the corner. He could see her exposed cunt.
Her cunt was filled to overflowing with white stuff! The white goo had run down across her exposed asshole, and puddled between her thighs. A huge puddle of cum lay on the expensive, previously pristine bedspread! Scott could see where it had been soaking into the fabric. As he watched, another huge dollop of what had to be semen oozed out of her gaping opening and glided down the valley between her cheeks.
She still didn’t move!
Oh my god, was she dead?
Scott raced to her side, putting his hand on her throat to check for a pulse. Her eyes were open, staring blankly at the ceiling. She had made no movement when he touched her artery, feeling for a pulse.
Maybe she had been raped and knocked out? He shook her. “Honey! Are you all right? Can you hear me? Honey!” His fear made his heart race faster than he could ever remember. His breath was coming in gasps. He was already having visions of funerals and burials, telling her parents, and his parents, and trying to explain the rape.
He could feel that her heart was beating.
Scott let out a huge sigh of relief. She had a strong heartbeat.
Her eyes suddenly blinked. Her pupils slowly focused, then turned to look at him.
“Scott?” She said, her voice barely audible.
“I’ll call an ambulance, baby! Hang on! They will be here in just a few minutes. Hang on, baby!”
Her hand clutched his shirt. “No, I’m fine. Don’t call an ambulance.”
“Are you sure? Who raped you, baby? The cops will find him; never worry baby!”
“I wasn’t raped, Scott.”
“Huh?” Scott’s mind suddenly began to visualize other ways that his wife could come to be in the condition she was in. Scott’s eyes again went to his wife’s cunt. There was more cum running out of her.
Scott’s eyes returned to his wife’s face.
She said softly, her soft voice full of wonder, “So that’s what an orgasm feels like!”
* * *
Gina was the last to arrive at their corner table, as usual. Her workplace was the closest, but she somehow could never watch the clock well enough to arrive anywhere on time. The four of them had been meeting at this same table for over a year. At that time, they had grown to be best friends. They shared their joys and their grief. They shared everything with each other.
But this was the week that they learned that they had been sharing almost everything. It happened like this:
Cassie looked at Gina. “Well?” She said, innuendo dripping from her voice.
Gina giggled, slightly embarrassed.
Lany leaned forward. Impatient, unable to wait any longer, her hand unexpectedly reached out and caressed Gina’s chest through her jacket. “OH GOD! They are huge baby! I didn’t realize that you were going to get such big ones!”
Gina giggled as she took her jacket off and thrust her shoulders back, showing her best friends her new implants to their best advantage. “What da ya think?” she giggled. Her face turned serious. “Think my husband will notice me now? Gina, short little Gina was now a very curvy Dolly Parton look alike. At least her body was.
Gina surveyed the faces of the men seated at other tables. She smiled coquettishly at each man in the restaurant in turn as she displayed her new curves.
It was Deeny who picked up on what Gina was really saying. “Your husband ignores you, baby?” Her face and voice were suddenly full of understanding. Then her lower lip started to quiver as well. “So does mine, the shit!” Deeny’s tentative smile collapsed as she stifled a sob.
The woman’s normally upbeat conversation was somber on that sunny day. They became so somber that they agreed to meet that night at Lany’s house for wine and salads and a whole night of girl time. All four women admitted that they were being ignored by their husbands and were getting darn tired of it too.
That night, after too much wine, they had all seduced Gina out of her top so that they could see her new implants. Just to help set the mood and maybe to prove her point about her husband ignoring her, Lany had put one of the porno videos she had found in her husband’s closet, his secret stash. She had found them the day before.
They spent an hour watching the sometimes obscene video of women taking it in all of their openings, even the back door one. Theysh*t delighted in making snide, rude comments about the women, their husband’s small dicks (in comparison to the dicks they saw on the screen), and how all men seemed to think only of themselves in bed.
Around 10:30, her new beauties still on display, Gina made the comment, “We should make a porno! We could do better than that!”
To which a giggling Lany replied, “Yeah! And we could show off Gina’s gorgeous new tits in it too!”
And that was how the idea of doing a retribution porno came up. The lusty brainstorming on how to do the porno that lasted past two in the morning seemed to cheer up all four women. Their husbands were all out fishing, bike riding, or whatever with their male friends, and the women all admitted that they resented their husband’s snubbing.
And, to be totally honest, none of them were serious about it that night, but it was fun to talk about. They watched several more pornos from Lany’s husband’s secret stash as they began to make their bawdy fantasy plans.
But not one of them is, in fact, expected to ever actually do the film.
That is, until Tuesday evening, when Gina picked up the phone and heard her husband talking to a woman. Startled, she heard them make plans to get together that weekend. She heard her husband tell his tart how he would deceive Gina into thinking he was going fishing. She heard him speak in disparaging ways about the sex life he had with his wife. He actually said that Gina was a cold fish in bed.
Gina somehow remembered to mute the phone before she burst into tears, sobbing beside the bed as she still listened to the torturous deceit and deception that now underlay her marriage.
That next day at lunch, after hearing a tearful Gina tell what she had heard, was when the women actually got serious about making a porno, with Gina as the star.
They planned a way to get back at Gina’s husband. And they planned it well. Their best friend had been slandered and deceived; it was now a woman of the feminine kind!
That night, they all started searching the Internet for information on how to actually do such a thing. They found sites that promised actors and actresses for low budget films. They found porno actors and gazed at their “equipment.” They went to adult sites and saw how easy it was to find men who wanted to fuck other men’s wives.
The next day at lunch, they all giggled and twittered about what they had found. This idea of getting back at Gina’s husband was taking on a life of its own. There was no longer any doubt in any of the women’s mind that they would do this.
As they started to break up and go back to work, Gina looked at the others and said, blushing, “God, this is making me wet, thinking about actually doing this!”
The other three laughingly admitted that they were all enjoying the idea as well. They made plans for the following Friday evening to start picking out outfits to wear in their porno, and to work on their script.
* * *
As usual, Gina was late to the girls’ get-together. By the time she arrived, the others were gathered around Cassie’s computer, giggling about something they were looking at.
Gina crowded up close enough to see what they were giggling about. She gasped, then screeched, “OH … MY … GOD!” She stared for a few seconds, then asked, her face beet red, “How would a woman ever get that thing inside of her?
Lany laughed. “Sounds like you want to try it!”
Gina colored even more. “Seriously, could any of you take that thing?”
Deeny chuckled, her eyes widening, “Now that you bring it up, I would like to try, just to say I did.”
“Show Gina that super tiny one you found,” Lany said.
Cassie went to her history pull-down menu and quickly found it. The women all tittered about how that man’s penis was even smaller than some women’s clits.
“Would any of you stay married to a guy with that size cock?” Asked Gina.
The other women turned to look at Gina. “What?” She asked. “Well, would you?”
It was Cassie who first admitted that making love to a man with such a tiny one would have to be less than fulfilling. The other women then agreed, one by one, except for Lany.
Gina turned to look at Lany.
Lany turned beet red. Then her tears came.
“No shit, girlfriend?” Gina asked, both shocked and chagrined that she had embarrassed her friend.
The women all expressed their condolences to Lany. Cassie asked Lany, “Have you ever been with a man with a bigger one?”
Lany shook her head, then wiped her tears. “I am damn sure going to do it, though, when we make our porno!”
Gina couldn’t let it lie. “How does he masturbate with such a tiny one?”
“Gina!” Protested Deeny and Cassie. “Good god! Show some restraint!”
Lany inexplicably replied, “With two fingers.”
Cassie spluttered, “You’ve watched your husband do that?”
Lany blurted out, “It’s the only way he can cum! He isn’t even long enough to get the head inside me!”
Gina was trying to visualize that. Then it occurred to her that Lany had never actually had penetrative sex. “You’re a virgin, Lany?” she asked.
Lany nodded, tears again showing in her pretty eyes.
Cassie decided it was time to change subjects. “So are we going to write the script first? Or are we going to pick the men and then write the plot with them in mind?”
Gina’s ears perked up. “Pornos have plots? I thought they were just about sticking it in and moaning. That’s all your husband’s pornos showed.”
Cassie smiled. “I think that is what we should try to do. Do a porno with a real live plot, where the men don’t have their freaking white socks on, and where the women actually orgasm instead of pretending they don’t want to. And where there is lots of making out and caresses and kisses and fingers playing on each other’s parts, and … well you get the picture.”
Lany’s face showed keen interest. “And where men shoot their cums inside of their women and not on their faces and tits. Not that I wouldn’t like to see a huge long massive orgasm of sperm across Gina’s new tits, mind you!”
Cassie got excited. “Let’s find a couple of men that have huge balls and huge cums! I have always wanted to experience a massive … what do they call it? … LOAD! Where men shoot a massive load of sperm inside a woman! That would be so hot!”
Deeny’s face suddenly lit up. “We aren’t going to use protection? We are going to let the men actually orgasm inside us? Oh GOD! That is hot!”
Lany asked, “What do we do about making sure we don’t catch any STDs?”
Gina asked naively, “What’s ST … what’s it?”
“Sexually transmitted disease,” replied Cassie.
Cassie was already thinking about the men cumming inside her. “How about we all get tested, and then no one has sex with anybody outside the group?”
Cassie piped up, “FUCK! Look at this one! How would that one feel buried deep in you?” She pointed at the computer screen.
Everyone stared. Gina quipped, “God I am wet! Look at the size of that cock and how huge his balls are! Jeeze, I’m dripping!”
Lany looked at her. “Get naked, bitch, and let us check it out!”
To everyone’s surprise, Gina started to strip.
* * *
The girls had agreed that they would advertise for men to play parts in their porno for one week. They were specific about not being hung up about how large the men’s penises were, or their ethnicity, or their looks. The girls had decided that they wanted a cross representation of all body types, penis sizes, and skin colors. The women had also decided that they would get the best return from the ad if they included some pictures of themselves. They went so far as to take videos of each other in various costumes.
Knowing that they were all what men considered sexy, they had little trouble agreeing among themselves that they should do so. But when it came time to actually video each other, they became camera shy. After about an hour of shooting, the women had relaxed enough to agree that the last few minutes of video were acceptable for distribution.
In the ad, they specified that at the end of that week, when the ad ran, they would again gather to review what their ad had brought in. And, of course, they would still meet mid week to giggle and talk over a glass or two of wine like they always did.
On Wednesday evening, Lany walked in with a hat on. Wearing a hat was not Lany’s normal way of dressing. Furthermore, she left the hat on when she sat down. Deeny kept staring at Lany, trying to figure out what was different about her friend, but the hat kept throwing her off. In frustration, Deeny pulled the hat off Lany’s head.
All three women gasped.
“Holy hot peppers!” Deeny finally said. ‘What did you do to your gorgeous butt-long hair, girlfriend? And you’re not wearing any makeup! What in the world?”
The other three women had long lusted after Lany’s gorgeous hair. And Lany was made up to the hilt whenever she went out the door. Today she was not even wearing lipstick, let alone foundation, blush, eye shadow, or any of the other things that she was so conscientious about.
Lany burst into tears. “That fucking husband of mine does nothing but bitch about how long it takes to get ready in the morning. I mean, good god, you know how long it takes to dry my hair and make up my face! If I don’t look perfect, he bitches. If I take too long, he bitches. He expects me to get ready at the same time he does! Shit! I finally said, Fuck it and got it all chopped off. And I am not going to wear makeup again either. Fuck him if he doesn’t like it! His tiny dick is barely enough to wank, for god’s sake. He can’t even fuck me like a man can, yet he acts like he is king stud shit horse cock son of a bitch!”
Lany never swore! And she had never once complained about her husband before today.
The girls stared at her with their mouths hanging open.
Lany was quiet for a moment, then said, “I can hardly wait till I am getting fucked by some god damned horse dicked porno star! That son of a bitch!” Her eyes glistened with tears. “I’ll show that mini dicked asshole what a good fucking is like when I make him watch our porno!”
Together, all three women stood up and went to hug their bestest friend. They stood there in the wine bar in a group hug while everybody in the bar wondered what in the world was going on.
Lany accepted their hugs as she sobbed. Finally, still stinging from her husband’s insensitivity, she blurted out, “Let’s go see what kind of dicks have responded to our ad. I need to know that there is something worth waiting for.”
But Lany’s comment about her husband watching the porno made all three of the others start to think about that fact, that it was entirely conceivable that their husband’s would see them being videoed with other men, in flagrante delicto, as it were.
Finally, Gina took a big breath, then giggled, “God it makes me wet to think about people staring at me fucking men on screen!”
After Gina admitted her excitement, the other women hesitantly joined in, expressing their own growing excitement. After a bit, they all owned up to having long had deep, secret fantasies about sex with other men, especially after their husbands had ejaculated too quickly and left them high and dry. Their own husbands, while average in every way, and they all took great care to state that they loved their husbands with all their hearts, were just that, average.
And, Gina admitted in a meek voice, “My husband cums so fast that I am beginning to wonder if he even needs to be inside me to cum.” Now that they had all begun to feel the sexual pressure of their thirties, they all confessed to themselves that they were becoming far more open to a wider, more deviant sexual experience. At least to see what it was like … don’t you know?
It was Cassie who stated unequivocally that “making love is one thing; FUCKING is an entirely different matter! I want to FUCK a few times to see what it’s like!”
Gina hinted that her husband was out of town for the evening, so they could go there and check out their ad results if everyone wanted to. It was barely a few moments later that they had all hustled into Gina’s car and were merrily headed to see what they might have caught in their trap of sexual perversity. With bated breath, the excited women drove toward Gina’s house, each fantasizing about beginning their long journey into greater sexual fulfillment.
* * *
Cassie giggled as she pointed at the screen. The women all looked at what she was pointing to. The man had sent a picture of himself with his eyes crossed, his cheeks sucked in, and his lips pursed as if he were a cross-eyed fish.
The next picture was his cock. It was very average. Lany stated emphatically that it was still twice the size of her husband’s.
The man talked about his acting experience in both high school and college.
Cassie moved his application into the “Consider” folder, then opened the second application. “OH MY GOD!” she shrieked. “Look at this monster!” And it was a monster. The man had held a tape measure beside it and it seemed to measure about 9 inches in length, and was obviously incredibly thick. The man had measured the circumference as 10 and a quarter inches. None of the women had a sense of how thick that was. Deeny did a Google search for the formula for the relationship between the circumference and the diameter of a circle.
After much argument and another Google search for the actual number value of Pi, the women finally agreed that a person could divide the circumference by the number 3.1214 and come up with the diameter of the circle. When they did the math, it seemed to indicate that the man’s penis was 3 and a quarter inches in diameter. That number didn’t mean much to anyone either.
Gina rifled through her sewing things and came up with a cloth measuring tape. They started looking around the house for something that was circular to measure with Gina’s cloth measuring tape.
When they discovered that Lany’s hand around her thumb knuckle and the rest of her hand were 10 and a quarter inches in diameter, they all stood there looking at the relative size in comparison to their own husband’s member.
“It would be like Lany sticking her hand up to me?” Asked Deeny. “My GAWD!”
After the women had absorbed just how large the man’s member was, they added him to the “Consider” folder too.
They spent the evening perusing emails from strangers, men whom they had never met, but could soon if a man checked out in all particulars. The “applications” continued to come in all evening. The women found several men who seemed to be well suited for the videos. As they viewed application after application, they began to become more comfortable with what they were looking for. Even so, they moved several men into the “Consider” folder, then back out and into the “Reject” folder, then back into the “Consider” folder several times.
Consensus grew to be that the men would be fairly average in looks (except for one real dream boat), fairly well built (but not with weightlifter style muscles), have a full range of cocks from three inches to ten inches, at least one long thin specimen, and at least one dick that was short and quite thick. They wanted at least one well-built, thick-cocked, black man. And they wanted men who could act well enough to play a part.
Eventually, they narrowed the “Consider” folder down to nine men.
Together, they came up with a “We want to interview you” letter and emailed it to each of the nine men.
By the time that was accomplished, it was well past two AM.
Gina groaned about how tired she was going to be the next day.
Then the email dinger started going off. Soon they had an answer from all nine of their selectees. The women wondered if these guys ever slept. Interviews were scheduled to start the next afternoon.
The women slept in a dog pile on Gina’s bed. None of them bothered to call their husbands about not coming home.
* * *
The women were a little groggy from staying up so late. They all took showers together, even washing each other’s bodies. All of them being crowded into one bathroom made them feel like sisters. They all liked the feeling.
Except for Lany, they all took turns in front of the two mirrors to put their makeup on.
Lany drifted into the bedroom and was soon reading emails from their selected potential porn stars.
A number of new emails had arrived, complete with pictures in many cases. She found herself becoming aroused as she read the often highly erotic words. These men wanted to fuck her. They said it straight out. There were no games being played. The men often said exactly that, “I want to fuck all of you women till you pass out. My cock gets hard just thinking about fucking you.”
Lany felt herself becoming very moist. She stared at many of the pictures the men had sent with their emails. The men seemed totally uninhibited by showing off their genitals to strangers.
After a bit, the other women began to join her in front of the computer screen. Lany showed them the newly received applications. Then she showed them the new responses from the men they had invited to interview.
The sounds of the women became more and more exciting. The time flew by, and their libidos swelled as the time went by too fast. Suddenly, they realized that the men were due to start arriving in less than an hour.
They huddled, and eventually came up with a set of rules to abide by as they waded through the interviews.
The rules were:
The men would furnish the women with their medical certificates before they would be allowed into the house. The men would then be given a copy of the medical certificate for each woman.
The men would then undress. The men had to interview nude. The women would be dressed in their bathrobes and would remove the robe once they became comfortable with a man during the interview.
At some point during the interview, the men had to get an erection so all the women could see his erection. If one of the women wished to handle it, they could have him come to stand in front of her.
The men would also show the women their buttocks and their chests.
Each man would be given a script to read/act-out.
The men would fill out a statement of their fetishes and preferences regarding their sexual relationships.
If the women were unanimous that they felt a good fit with one of the men, the man would then be encouraged to have sex with one of them so they could all see his technique.
The men would always have cum inside them, not on their faces.
The women lost track of the time and had to skip lunch when they realized that the first interview was in less than five minutes.
They all sprinted for their robes when they heard the doorbell ring…
